During World War II retreating German soldiers dynamited landmarks and twisted road signs to confuse advancing Allied armies.
We live in a day of twisted directional markers. And landmarks are few. The Ten Commandments are all but unknown any more. Professors argue to our young students that Gcd does not exist. The Bible is irrelevant. And church is a worthless pastime to many.
Each of us is simply on our own to do as we please.
Thus it is for people like us that Jesus Christ instituted the Last Supper with the words, “Do this in remembrance of me.”
Interesting that the Greek word for remember is anamnesis. We get our word amnesia from that Greek word. We’re all aware of amnesia as a medical condition. A man receives a blow to the head and loses his memory. He cannot recall his name, his family, where home is, or his past. A terrible condition!
Ours is a culture suffering from amnesia. We’ve forgotten God, forgotten the values that have made us a nation.
As J.R.R. Tolkien put it, “Things were forgotten that should not have been.”
It is here at the sacrament of the Lord’s Supper that we remember God, we recall our sins that crucified Jesus, and we remember Christ’s atonement, his sacrifice for our salvation.
We eat, drink, and know again God’s love, our Father, family, and purpose. Thus communion is a fresh start for one who has forgotten and lost his way. Do you need to sit again at the Father’s table to remember?
There’s a seat waiting just for you.
